A month passed.
The situation in Xuan Yang grew increasingly chaotic.
Bai Yuan frowned, his brows tightly knitted as he looked at the battle report from the Southern Border.
'Has Li Chengyuan gone mad?'
He could understand the Emperor leading the army in person before. Since the founding of Xuan Yang by the Grand Ancestor Emperor, there had been a few martial emperors who enjoyed leading troops personally. But at most, they only commanded from the rear. An emperor like Li Chengyuan, who personally charged into battle to kill enemies, was likely the only case in history.
After all, the karmic fortune protecting Li Chengyuan now was no different from that of an ordinary Mingxin Martial Artist.
And the Southern Border had Divine Communication Powerhouses. Even with Grand Tutor Liang Yuan Kang accompanying him, it was far too dangerous no matter how you looked at it.
